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Amsterdam Continued…
We decided to go back into the city for the evening, to experience the place at nightin particular the red light district, as seeing is believing. Based in the original Mariners quarter of the city it is both quite incredible and bizarre and our mothers wouldn't like it!The girls are so blasé and yet brave at the same time.Some of them look far to young and so pretty that you wonder how they got there.Some of them looked old, worn out and used and all standing in next to nothing in tiny little shop front kiosks tapping the window and beckoning as you walked past.Prostitution is the oldest profession in the world and although it is quite shocking for even the most broadminded, it is strictly regulated in Amsterdam and apparently the girls are well looked after. Searched fruitlessly for chocolate bon bons which we found out were banned 3 years ago for being too strong. (Having tried one over 10 years ago I can understand)!! Ahem…..
15th /16th July 335km
On route to Bruges we decided to make a short detour to a traditional fishing village called Marken, where they still wear traditional costume and clog making can be seen.It was a stunning little village which is on an island and an 8km dyke was built in 1957 to connect it to the mainland. Sampled traditional Netherlands apple and cinnamon cake and pickled herrings. (Not the greatest combination but both delicious).Drum particularly enjoyed the herring and had a look of utter ecstasy as they slid down his gullet.
Arrived in Bruges to a very commercial campsite, very busy now the kids have broken up from school and the only campsite near to the city.Next day we travelled approximately 14km into Bruges then had the most almighty row over nothing and there was raw pasta everywhere.Make of that what you will, perhaps 6 weeks in a confined space takes its toll even on the most placid of people. Apparently Bruge is very beautiful and passed us by as we sat and sulked for hours on our campsite.Ended up in the bar back to normal, laughing about it but regretted our stupidity for missing out on the experience.
Drums Dog Blog
I keep waking up with a dead foot. I try and walk on it but there's no feeling for a while then its ok.I think I must be lying on it in the night. I miss my bed. My bed at home has sides like a cot that holds me in, not like this lousy flat piece of paper for a mattress.Anyway, today I got, sausages, fish biscuits, roll mop herrings (which were shear ecstasy), fillet o' fish, fries, Boursin cheese, French bread, tuna, fish biscuits and Spaghetti Bolognese. The b****es have had the same so some good farts should be in order. (I bet at least one of us will follow through)!!
The next day the b****es decided to take the silver box with them this time, where,I don't know.We stopped, then for some reason I ended up being covered in raw spaghetti which was ok because I quite like raw pasta.Then we drove back to the camp site and the b****es didn't speak to each other for hours which was ok too because I got a damn good sleep in the sun undisturbed.
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